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Show 112 The FALSE FRIEND. Don John. Keep down, m y kindling Jealoufy : I'Ve fomething tortures m e I never felt but now. [Afide, Don Fed. to Leo."] W h y this backwardnefs, Madam? Where a Father chufes, a Daughter may with modefty ap. prove. Pray give m e your Hand. Don Guz. I cannot fee it. {Turning from 'em, D o n Fel. to Leo. afide.) Are you diftrafted ? Will you let him know your Folly ? Give him your Hand for fhame. Leo. H o h ! D o n Guzman, I a m yours. (Sighing, and giving carelefiy her Hand, Don GUT. Madam! (Turnim, Don Fel. What a fatal flip ! (Afidl, Leo. 'Twas not to you I (poke, Sir. Don Ped. But him it was (lie nam'd, and thought on too, I fear. I'm much alarm'd. Don Fel. to Leo.) Repair what you have done, and look more chearfiil on him. Leo. Repair what you have done, and kill me. Don. Tel. Fool. Leo. Tyrant. Jacin. A very hum-drum Marriage this. (Afide. Don Guz. Pray, Sifter, let's retire; for I can bear this fight no longer. Ifab. M y Dear, farewel, I pity you indeed. Leo. I a m indeed an Object of your Pity. (Exit Don Guz. and Ifab, D o n Tel. C o m e Daughter, come m y Son, let's to the Church and tie this happy Knot. D o n Ped. I'll wait upon you, Sir. (Exit Don Fel. leading Leo, D o n John. I love her, and I'll love her ftill. Fate, dothyworft, I'll on. (Afidt. D o n Ped. T o name another Man, in giving me her Hand ! Don John afide.) H o w a m I wrackt and torn with Jealoufy ? Don Ped. 'Tis doubtlefs fo, Don Guzmm has her Haarr. (Afidt, ro» The FALSE F R IEN D . ,r? TkLadfe?Tnf fi fi Th* B*deS™<»*s thought^ The Irenes lup has furnifh'd him w th fomP \A^W nia|i Reflexions: They'll agree with" S ^ I perhaps better than my Company. I'll leave hm Don Pedro, adieu, we* (hall meet again at Ninht' Don Ped. Pray ftay ; I have need of a Friend's Coumel. Don John. What already ? Don Fed. Already. Don John. That's to fay, you have already enough of Matrimony. D Don Ped. I fcarce know what I have, nor am I fure of what I am. Enter Lopez. Lop. An't pleafe your Honour, yonder's your M an Bertrand juft arriv'd; his Horfe and he fo tired of one another, that they both came down upon the Pavement at the Stable-Door. Don Ped. to Don John.) H a brings News from my Father. J Lop. I believe he does, and hafty News too •, but if Vou ftay till he brings -it hither, I believe it will come but flowly. But here's his Packet ; I fuppofe that will do as well as his Company. (Gives a Letter. Don Ped. reads to himfelf.) My dear Friend, here's ill News. Don John. What's the matter ? Don Ped. M y poor old Father's dying. Don John. I'm mighty forry for't ; 'tis a weighty Stroke I muft confefs ; the burden of his Eftate will al-moft bear you down. But we muft fubmit to Heaven's Good-will. i Don Fed. You talk, Alvarada, like a perfect Stranger to that Tendernefs-methinks every Son fhou'd feel for a good Father ; For m y part, I've receiv'd fuch repeated Proofs of an uncommon Affedion from mine, that the Lofs of a Miftrefs cou'd fcarce touch m e nearer. You'll believe me, when you fee m e leave Leo* *°ra a Virgin, till I have feen the good old Man. Don |